Elevator Sex Stories Novels & Stories

My husband is downstairs working and I’m squirting like a desperate whore all over his boss in an elevator my cunt has never cum this hard before. I feel guilty as hell but I don’t want it to stop. I need him to use me more. The elevator finally dinged at the top floor but Victor did not pull out. He kept his massive cock buried balls-deep in my sloppy leaking cunt, lifted me up with my leg still hooked high over his arm, and carried me out into the hallway like that, fucking me with short hard thrusts as he pinned me against the wall every few steps on the way to the private suite.

A ride on her brother's lap changes everything for Grace. NB: Please note that this story contains themes of incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> "Grace, come on," Evan shouted up the stairs, drawing out the final word. "We were supposed to have already left by now." "I'm coming, jeez. Cool your fucking jets," I yelled back. Slamming my body down onto my suitcase, I finally managed to get it to compress enough that I was able to finish zipping it up.

We are midway up when Leo presses a stop and block button and we come into a standstill. “Le…” I don’t complete my sentence and our lips meet into a passionate kiss. Soon, my back is against the corner with my legs up around his waist and panties pushed to the side. Leo’s pants are down to his ankles and his manhood is pulsating inside me. I am not a shy person but sex in an elevator is not something I would have imagined ever doing. “Yes! Ahh..” I smack my lips shut to mask the moans but he won’t have any of it.

Not every girl has this privilege… There isn't much I can do in an elevator. I know I am naughty and wild but that doesn't mean I should be flashing my stuff out in public though this crazy, horny lady doesn't seem to mind if we had sex right there in the elevator though sex in the elevator does sound really hot! As the lift was about to come to its final stop I picked her up from the floor. “Stop. You will be continuing the rest in my house," I said and she licked her small, juicy lips hungrily. I could tell she didn't want to stop.

The elevator dings and the door opens. “Not yet.” He growls and closes the doors. “Grey.” I laugh. Pushing him back. “Come on. Tell me you’ve never wanted elevator sex.” He looks at me. I tilt my head. “A few weeks ago I didn’t know what an elevator was.” He nods. “Fair enough.” He goes back to nipping my neck. “Grey!” I laugh again. “Ok.” He groans, dropping me down. He fixes his pants. I rub his chest. “We have some stuff to talk about before we do…that.”

I had never before tried sex in an elevator, but Devon could make anything hot. I pictured us riding down to the ground level after having quick and dirty standing-up sex in the stopped elevator. Maybe we would pick up other passengers along the way. They would be wondering why the elevator had taken so long to get to them today. Devon and I would hold hands and slyly grin at each other, silently acknowledging our naughty secret. I shook my head, trying to clear away my wanton thoughts, and reminded myself that I was supposed to be mad at Devon. If there was a security guard watching a video feed of this elevator, I hoped that he couldn’t read my thoughts by looking at my face.

The elevator rapidly slowed and came to a halt. “Connor?” I asked, slightly alarmed. “We need to talk for a second,” he said. There wasn’t the annoying, clanging alarm that you normally hear in an elevator when someone stops it. I didn’t realize its absence, though, until a voice came over the speaker. “Is everything alright, sir?” the voice asked. “It’s fine,” Connor said. “I just need a minute.” “Understood. Call if you need maintenance.” “Thank you,” Connor said, then turned down to see my look of alarm. He grinned and shrugged. “We did a study and found out people like to have sex in elevators, so we incorporated that when we built the penthouse.”

All doubts disappear as we settle into a dance that is as old as time. By the time the elevator doors slide open at our floor, my sex is swollen and slick with desire. I force myself to step out of his embrace. Having sex in an elevator might be fun, but here there are at least four video cameras and likely at least one security guard already jacking off while watching us make out. “Your hotel room or mine?” He lifts an eyebrow and laces his fingers through mine. I can’t form a coherent thought or sentence. What did he ask? Which room? Who cares? I study the distance between the elevator and our doors. Mine’s closer. Question answered. “Mine.”

I don't think most people appreciate how much restraint I showed by not screwing Katrina in her bathroom, Buffy on that bed, and Buffy and Helena in any number of places. The elevators...oh God, the elevators. I'd had sex with a total stranger riding an elevator in the Sears Tower. Every few seconds, we kept punching buttons for higher floors. Watching her greet her husband and two young daughters getting out of the lift was enchanting. I never considered the wife to be cheating though.

We had sex in the elevator. - Fuck... From where? - A clinic... - Which clinic? Are you going to say that the elevator broke down again with the two of you in it? - No... He stopped the elevator. - He can do that? - I guess so. He is Hector Casanova. - Babi, you had sex in the elevator, girl! How many times was it? Did you... came? - Ben, he knelt down and gave an oral and I... Perfect... Unforgettable. I came on the oral... And then... Again.